Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

Trick was out wandering again, feeling a bit more comfortable strolling around now that he knew where he was and wasn't allowed to be. He was looking for Grace, though didn't want to alert anyone by howling for her presence. If she had fled the Caldera, he didn't know what to do. He liked it here, despite getting lost some times, and going after a girl he had no feelings for romantically felt like a huge waste of his time. He thought she wanted to learn from him. Yeah, right. And Trick wanted a dick in his ass. Okay, maybe that wasn't lying, but you get the point.

Finally, he spotted something that looked worthy of his attention. It was a den, but unfortunately there was a recent sent on it. Trick didn't like taking what wasn't his from his own packmates, and so left it be at first. He then noticed the sent was too recent for his curiosity, and he turned right around to find the opening of the den. Whe he looked upon the face of a female from a distance though, he froze, eyes growing big with shame. He had invaded her bubble of peace, and quickly stumbled backwards.

Excuse me, m'lady, I didn't mean to... Only then did he notice the sad expression and the pups, raising an eyebrow. Was this Perry's mate and litter? Trick was confused to say the least. I'm sorry, please don't mind me. I'm a bit lost.